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    Marissa was furious. Connor was too shameless. She had informed him of her ns for the evening and her desire to rest, yet he persisted in causing disturbances, even teasing her at the bathroom door. She suspected he was trying to get a rise out of her.


    Drawing a deep breath, Marissa spoke in a menacing tone, “Connor Daniels, are you looking for trouble?”


    Connor chuckled, giving a nonchnt shrug. “Fine, I’ll stop. Let me know when you’re ready.”


    With that, he departed. Once she was sure he had left the lounge, Marissa came out of the bathroom. She noticed two clothing racks filled with women’s attire. Approaching them, she realized all the garments were from Sarth Group.


    There was an assortment of clothing—jackets, blouses, underwear, tops, pajamas, dresses, and skirts. Marissa raised her eyebrows, acknowledging Connor’svish gesture. He had purchased an extensive collection for her.


    Seeing the amount of clothing and considering the considerable expense these clothes represented, Marissa felt a pang of guilt. It seemed Connor had spent a fortune on products from her ownpany.


    She felt like she was exploiting his generosity. Nevertheless, she had no choice but to choose a few items.


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    nning to rest soon, she selected a silk nightgown for itsfort. After changing, she dried her hair with a towel and stepped out of the lounge to speak to Connor.


    Opening the door, she called out, “I’m done with the shower. Come quickly!”


    As she spoke, she noticed Domenic in the office as well. Mortified, she quickly shut the lounge door. Marissa sighed, worried Domenic might misinterpret her earlierment to Connor.


    Indeed, Domenic’s face reddened, his thoughts racing with assumptions about her eagerness. Connor, signing a document with a smile, looked up and said, “Understood, Mr. Daniels,” as Domenic epted the folder and hurried out, closing the office door behind him.


    ted, Connor stood and made his way into the lounge. Upon entering, he looked at the rows of clothes and then at Marissa. “You look wonderful in that nightgown,” heplimented.


    Still drying her hair, Marissa paused and said softly, “Connor, please don’t buy me clothes from Sarth Group anymore.”


    “Why not?” Connor asked, clearly puzzled. “I remember you liked this brand a lot before, so I bought them. Don’t you like them?”


    Marissa did indeed appreciate the clothes from her ownpany, but the situation made her ufortable. She felt uneasy about letting him buy such expensive items from herpany, given she was the one who would wear them while benefiting financially.


    Unable to reveal her ownership of Sarth Group, Marissa offered a different reason. “The clothes from Sarth Group are very expensive. I’d rather wear more simple attire.”


    Connor, however, was not swayed. “It doesn’t matter what you used to wear. Now that you’re my wife, I want to make sure you’re not treated poorly.” He paused, then added, his tone tinged with annoyance, “Whatever clothes you want, I’ll buy them for you. From now on, you should only wear what I provide. You can’t ept clothes from other men.”


    Marissa looked at him, surprised by his sudden anger. While she tried to understand his reaction, Connor, driven by jealousy, added, “I don’t want to see Xander taking you shopping again.”


    Marissa’s mouth fell open slightly; she hadn’t expected him to still be bothered by that incident. With a yful smirk, she retorted, “Oh, Xander didn’t buy me those clothes. I actually bought all the outfits he helped me select.”


    Her yful and casual words fueled Connor’s jealousy and anger. After staring at her for a moment, he said, feeling hurt, “You’ve never spent a penny on me.”


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